To Blame
Title: To Blame
Author/Artist: dorksidefiker
Pairing/Character/etc: Christian Summers/Sean Cassidy-Guthrie
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Theme: 21. Wait
Disclaimer: I… well, actually, all these characters are mine. But the story is all timemonkey’s fault.
Note: Guthrie Super Sperm meets the Summers Clan’s ongoing inability to just have NORMAL children.
Christian Summers looked at the sonogram, studying the image of the child growing inside of him, horrified fascination writ large on his face. “This is your fault.”
“Me?” Sean Cassidy-Guthrie demanded, his voice going up an octave or two as he spoke. “How is this my fault?”
“Guthrie super sperm!” Christian announced.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, considering all the weird ass shit that happens to you Summerses!”
“I’m not the one who slept with a reality warper at any point!” Christian countered. “How do I know this wasn’t caused by him?”
“I don’t think Bobby’s that interested in my life, Christian. Besides, why would he?”
“Maybe he’s getting back at me for Zeke.”
Sean snorted. “Everyone slept with Zeke… except for me. If he tried to get back at all the people who screwed him, Bobby would never have time to do anything else.” He raked his hands through his hair before dropping them into his lap, then stared in horror at the red hairs that had come free with the finger combing. “And that isn’t the point! Chris… what the hell are we gonna do?”
“Christ God Almighty, Sean, I don’t know. Besides, what’s this ‘we’ stuff? You’re not the one hauling this thing around,” Christian growled.
“Yeah, but Blindfold says it’s mine, so it’s my problem too.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens, won’t we?”
Author/Artist: dorksidefiker
Pairing/Character/etc: Christian Summers/Sean Cassidy-Guthrie
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Theme: 21. Wait
Disclaimer: I… well, actually, all these characters are mine. But the story is all timemonkey’s fault.
Note: Guthrie Super Sperm meets the Summers Clan’s ongoing inability to just have NORMAL children.
Christian Summers looked at the sonogram, studying the image of the child growing inside of him, horrified fascination writ large on his face. “This is your fault.”
“Me?” Sean Cassidy-Guthrie demanded, his voice going up an octave or two as he spoke. “How is this my fault?”
“Guthrie super sperm!” Christian announced.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, considering all the weird ass shit that happens to you Summerses!”
“I’m not the one who slept with a reality warper at any point!” Christian countered. “How do I know this wasn’t caused by him?”
“I don’t think Bobby’s that interested in my life, Christian. Besides, why would he?”
“Maybe he’s getting back at me for Zeke.”
Sean snorted. “Everyone slept with Zeke… except for me. If he tried to get back at all the people who screwed him, Bobby would never have time to do anything else.” He raked his hands through his hair before dropping them into his lap, then stared in horror at the red hairs that had come free with the finger combing. “And that isn’t the point! Chris… what the hell are we gonna do?”
“Christ God Almighty, Sean, I don’t know. Besides, what’s this ‘we’ stuff? You’re not the one hauling this thing around,” Christian growled.
“Yeah, but Blindfold says it’s mine, so it’s my problem too.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens, won’t we?”